He pulled into the drive and jumped from his car in a panic. He was late again, and as he pressed the doorbell before entering he wondered what his punishment would be. I'm so sorry Miss E," he said closing the door. "Traffic was crazy and-"
"Don't worry about it." She snapped, he heard the click of her heels across the kitchen floor, "just give me your keys."
"Miss?" He asked not sure he heard her correctly.
"Your keys Rylan. You're late so I'm leaving. I made a list of things for you to do while I'm out."
It was customary for him to face the door until given permission to turn around, but at hearing her unusual request he didn't wait. What the hell was she thinking asking for his keys, like he would just give them to her?
"I don-"his words trailed off as he stepped into the kitchen. "Fuck." he breathed taking in his mistress's appearance. In the six months they'd been seeing each other he'd been so focused on their play that he forgotten how unbelievably stunning his Mistress actually was. Never had she looked so hot and so sexy to him than she did right now.
She was dressed in a skin tight denim jumper that revealed every curve on her petite body. Gone was her heavy dark makeup, and in its natural state her face glowed with a youthful radiance most women her age would kill for. Her hair always in a tight bun or pony tail, hung in soft dark layers ending just above her overwhelmingly exposed cleavage.
Rylan clenched his jaw praying he was strong enough to stop what he knew was about to happen. "Look," he said peeling his eyes away from her mocha colored bosom. "I've had a shitty day so far."
She laughed "Since when do I care about your day?" Etta stared at him, one hand on her slim hip, the other out stretched waiting. "Keys Rylan or you can go. And when did I say you could leave the wall? Boy you're getting more and-"
"Boy? Did you really just call me that Etta?" Rylan asked walking towards her.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She snapped stepping back.
"Oh I think you know exactly what I'm about to do." Rylan smiled. In two strides he was one her, and grabbing her around the waist he hoisted her into the air.
"Shit! Put me down you ass!" she screeched.
Rylan did as he was told and dropped her down unto her kitchen floor. He laughed as she scrambled to get up in her four inch heels.
His arousal began to build as glared at him anger and disbelief running across her face. Up until this moment he'd been the perfect submissive, catering to her every whim and desire. He'd spent hours worshiping every inch of her body with his fingers and tongue, and sometimes if he was really lucky the head of his cock.
He remembered the way her eyes nearly popped out of her head the first time she took hold of his almost eight inch dick and how wet it made her. Worried that her husband would find out, Rylan stupidly agreed to not being able to fuck her, believing that her hands and mouth would be reward enough.
He watched as she regained her composure and strode towards him. Grabbing the front of his shirt she growled "You are going to pay for that. Do you understand me..." she faltered. "Oh hell no." She gasped seeing the lust burning in Rylan's storm blue eyes.
Knowing she couldn't move away fast enough, Etta instead reached to grab his balls, giving Rylan the opening he needed. In one quick motion he snatched her wrist then twisted it behind her back.
"So feisty..." Rylan mused as she struggled against him. He guided her to the kitchen table and kicking her legs apart gently slammed her down. Bent over the table she wiggled and twisted wildly in an attempt to escape his grasp. As much as he enjoyed the view of her round ass bobbing up and down in front of him, he knew he needed to get her under control before she turned the tables back on him.
Reaching into his coat he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. As the cold metal snapped across her wrist she stilled. "Why do you have handcuffs?" She asked unable to hide the amusement in her voice.
"Because I'm a cop." He said pulling her up from the table.
"What?" she laughed. "Are you kidding right now?"
"Nah," he said "We didn't want to know too much about each other remember?"
"Oh so am I under arrest officer?" She asked, still not believing him.
"Nope. "Rylan shrugged "I just had nothing else to restrain you with."
"Rylan sweetie," she smiled.
"Yes Dear?" he smiled back.
"You're a bastard."
Without warning he grabbed the back of her hair and pulled. Her head snapped and her back arched as a small yelp of pain escaped her lips. "What was that Dear?" Rylan asked, taking his free hand unzipping her jumpsuit exposing the crimson red bra and panties she wore underneath. She was at his mercy and she knew it. "Ok ok... I'm sorry" she said wincing
He released her hair and she stood upright. Rylan could see the challenge still burring in her eyes and he waited curious of what she would do next.
"So is the game you want to play officer." she said mockingly
"No," Rylan said pulling her against him. "I want to play the game where I help you to let go and experience us in ways you can't even imagine. But... we can also play the one where I make you sing my name while taking my cock in that untouched ass of yours." He kissed her cheek, "The choice is yours Dear.".
Her breath came in rapid gasps as Rylan moved behind her and began running his hands across her breasts. "Now were you really planning to just leave? I'm actually curious." he said.
"Yep." she nodded. "I sure was."
He laughed "And you really thought I'd give you my car?"
"Yep." she said again. "I had no idea you'd suddenly grow a pair."
"Such big talk for such a tiny woman." Rylan said shaking his head.
"You want to hear more, because I have lots to say."
"Sure." Rylan guided her into a chair and smiled. "Now," he said gazing down at her. "What do you have to tell me little Etta?"
